the writings of a manboy with a spotted bed sheet

A Case of a Bad Dream

He was walking on the sidewalk, counting the tiles as he went by to avoid looks and stares at those who passed him. But he finally reached a point from which only cement was under his feet, all in one large, cracked patch with nothing to count, and he knew that there was no escape. So he flung his face upward and saw no one. Confusion and relief mingled in him, with his thoughts pulling them apart, trying to spot the logic behind it. But before their success, he noticed a passer-by of a young age, six perhaps, turning toward him from an alley. He looked into her eyes, terrified at what was to happen. He noticed the melancholy in them. What could melancholy do on such a young face? It was deep, he knew. It couldn’t have only been a childish game lost or a toy not bought. It was deeper, he knew. And she was staring back. A six year-old, staring at him, perhaps pondering on his expression as he did on hers. She came to him.

“Why are you staring, sir? Are you a molester, sir?”

“No, my goodness! Is that why your eyes are so melancholic?”

“My mother says a molester would never say he’s a molester, and they’d offer some candy to deceive and molest me. But you’re not offering candy. Are you going to propose candy to wipe my melancholy off, sir? Because if you are, sir, I’m not coming.”

“No, child. But why are you sad? What’s befallen you?”

“A molester, sir. He did awful job on my private parts and it hurts and feels quite terrible, sir.”

“Oh, child! And I was counting the tiles! Do the police know?”

“Yes, of course, sir. They were the ones who molested me. They even shot me and left me to die. Here, you see, sir.”

He noticed the wound and gasped, then tried to take the child to the hospital. But she screamed,

“Molester! Molester! Help me!”

The police arrived soon enough, as they were only a block away, and shot the man and put a gun in his pocket for the detectives to find and called the ambulance late so that the girl would die, and so she did. Then her parents mourned and his family disdained him and the police and all others lived happily ever after.